Cum For Me

Mira;

Just like I fucking imagined, David’s dick stretched me good and proper, his thickness filling me with a slick, burning friction that made me cry out. 

“Yes!” 

My walls clenched around him, the relief of finally having him inside me almost too much to bear. I almost fell over in pure ecstasy. 

But I found my bearings and started moving.

David’s dick buried so deep and hit all spots I’d forgotten existed. 

He cried out, a raw, guttural sound that echoed in the room. His hands flew to my waist, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise, as he heaved me up and down as he thrust upward. 

“Fuck… fuck… fuck!” he grunted with each powerful snap of his hips, his control shattered completely, my mind numb with lust. 

He threw his back against the pillow, so far gone as his eyes squeezed shut and sweat beaded on his forehead. 

The hospital gown bunched around his chest, exposing the rippling muscles of his abs as they contracted with every movement.

I ran my hand over his chest, pushing him back down to let me do the work. 

David protested but when I started riding him, grinding down to meet his thrusts, my breasts bouncing under my scrub top, he laid back and took it. 

God, I loved this, the power of reducing a strong man like David to mere whimpers. 

I shifted till the angle was perfect, his cock dragging against my G-spot with every plunge, sending shockwaves through my body. 

My fingers found my clit again, rubbing furiously as I bounced, the wet slap of our bodies colliding filling the air. 

“God, you’re so big…” I moaned, my voice breathy and broken. “You feel so fucking good. I don’t want to stop.” My other hand reached under my shirt to grab and fondle my breast. 

“Then don’t stop,” David grunted. His his grip on my waist urged me faster, harder, the sound pouring out of his mouth more animalistic.

The bed creaked under us as I pounded into David, fulfilling all my dreams. 

“Mira…I can’t… hold…” he gasped, his breath ragged.

“Hold it,” I commanded, watching him twist and groan. “I’m not done with you yet.” 

David shuddered, his eyes pleading. 

“Mira—I need to.” 

“A bit more,” I hissed, leaning forward to spread my thighs and bouncing on his sweet fucking dick. 

How could a man be so fucking good? 

I didn’t want it to end.

My hips moved like they had a mind of their own and David looked like he couldn’t take it anymore. 

“Cum for me,” I demanded, clenching my walls around him, my own orgasm on the edge.

With a strangled cry, David came. Hot spurts of well deserved cum filled my walls, pulsing deep inside me as he shook violently. 

His body arched, muscles locking, a roar tearing from his throat. It pushed me over the edge of my release and waves of pleasure crashed over me. My pussy milked him dry as I shuddered above him. 

Warm and stick cum dripped down my thighs as the aftershocks rippled through us. 

I collapsed forward, dropping my forehead against his chest for a moment and panting. I felt David go soft inside me before sliding off him. 

My legs trembled as I pulled my panties back into place and tugged on my pants, hiding the evidence of our forbidden act. 

I straightened his gown, covering him gently, my hands lingering on his skin.

Our eyes met, the air still charged with the remnants of our lusty desires. His gaze was soft now, sated, a small smile tugging at his lips. 

My heart pounded with a mix of exhilaration and dread as I looked away from him. 

“Nothing happened here today.”

As I left the room, guilt crashed over me like a cold wave. 

What had I done? 

He was my patient, vulnerable and trusting. I’d crossed every line, risked everything for a moment of reckless fucking. 

My body still hummed with satisfaction, but my mind raced with the consequences if he were to report me. I could be investigated and lose my job. 

Yet, even as shame burned in my cheeks, a traitorous part of me wondered if I should do it again. My craving for that thick sweet dick had only gotten stronger. 

I hurried down the hallway, my scrubs clinging uncomfortably to my damp skin. 

My mind replayed every detail: the taste of him, the way he’d filled me, his cries of pleasure. 

Guilt twisted in my gut, but so did desire. 

Fuck, it was addictive. 

What if he wanted more? 

I bit my lip to stifle a moan. Anticipation lingered, but so did fear. 

And I knew I couldn’t do it again. No matter how bad I wanted David’s dick.

I couldn’t. 

I would stop.